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Teach Her, Teacher!	By : EroPrincess Category: Digimon > Het-Male/Female Views: 17815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I know we both belong in arms; I know its crazy love…” Mya; Fear of Flying

Lesson 14: Teach Her, Teacher!

Ken sat on Davis' sofa, deciding it was best to pay his friend a visit. What he didn't expect was to find Catherine prancing around the penthouse half-naked and cleaning. Not he minded.

Relaxing against the sofa cushions, Ken admired the lovely view of Catherine's ass as she bent over to pick up a few scattered items on the floor.

Catherine turned around and smiled at Davis' visitor, blushing slightly. “Oh, bonjour, Monsieur Ichijouji,” she smiled.

“Bonjour, Mademoiselle Catherine,” he greeted her. “Working hard, I see?”

“I do my best,” she replied. She looked towards the direction of the bedroom and asked, “You're here for Daisuke, right?”

“Yes; is he still in the back?”

“Oui; I'll fetch him for you.” Catherine disposed of the items and headed towards Davis' bedroom.

Davis stepped from his bedroom and met Catherine in the hall, halfway. Upon seeing her, he roughly pushed her against the wall, his hands fondling and groping every part of her exposed flesh.

Catherine squirmed and squealed delightfully from his touches, “Oh, Monsieur Motomiya...!” which caused Ken to roll his eyes and snort sarcastically.

“Ahem,” the dark-haired realtor coughed, purposefully interrupting Davis and Catherine's public display of affection. “Perhaps I should stop by another time…”

Davis removed his hand from under Catherine's dress, and his lips from hers to greet his best friend. “What's up, my man?” He entered his living room, and sat next to Ken.

Ken's dark eyes focused on Catherine as she straightened her black, strapless mini-dress, stretching the fabric to the best of her ability over her thighs.

“I apologize, Monsieur Ichijouji,” she bowed to him, revealing the massive swells of her breasts. “Pardon me.”

Ken raised his eyebrows and smirked at Davis' house cleaner. “It's…not a problem at all…”

“Hm,” Catherine nodded before she disappeared to do more cleaning.

Davis sat and watched, completely amused as Ken's eyes followed Catherine's bouncy form. “Like what you see?”

“She doesn't wear panties?” he answered Davis' question with one of his own.

“Oh, you noticed?” the maroon-haired entrepreneur raised his brow and grinned.

“Anyone would notice,” Ken rolled his eyes and snorted. “Her dress practically stops at her waist! However, I'll admit I enjoyed the view. Tell me, is Catherine shaven or waxed?”

“Watch it there, pal,” Davis' tone deepened with warning. “Catherine's body is for my,” he pointed at himself, “eyes only.”

“Well, if you don't want anyone to see her, have her put on some clothes for Kami's sake!” Ken frowned at his best friend.

“Hmm…” Davis frowned and looked away from his friend, pondering. Facing Ken again, he asked, “Now why would I want Catherine to do something stupid like that? If she covers herself, what would I have to look at?”

Ken snorted at his friend, “Hentai.”

“You already know,” Davis, grinned in return.

“What about Kari?”

“What about her?”

“What are you saying?” The realtor turned to his best friend, waiting patiently for a reply.

The restaurateur rolled his eyes and said, “I'm saying Kari's a lost cause. It's a done deal. She and her boy-toy went out yesterday…the day after she spent the night with me.” He knew he was supposed to feel guilty admitting that to Ken, but Davis took a sick pride knowing some of the naughty things he and Kari did the night prior to her date with…what's his name? AJ?

“Whoa…whoa…whoa…wait a minute!” Raising his hand, Ken stared Davis in his brown eyes and asked, “Kari spent the night with you?”

“Yeah…” Davis' lips curled in an evil grin as he pictured Kari's lips surrounding his length, sucking him for all he was worth. His shaft sliding across her soft, moistened lips, the crescent moon scars left on his arms when she held him, screaming out her orgasm… “I have the scars to prove it, too.”

“Bullshit,” Ken spat, not believing a single word the restaurant owner just said.

Proving his statement true, Davis unbuttoned the cuffs to his shirt and rolled up the sleeves, revealing the scabbed, fingernail bites in his arms. “How could I do something like this to myself?”

“Hmm…” Inspecting the scars closely, Ken leaned forward and frowned at the scabs. He looked up at his best friend and said, “That proves nothing. For all I know, Catherine could've caused that.”

“You're right,” Davis agreed with a nod. “She could have, but she didn't. Catherine's not a scratcher. With the crazy positions I keep her in, she usually clutches the sheets or pillows, or rakes her nails against the walls, or headboard. Or sometimes…”

“I…I get…it…” Ken held up his hand to keep Davis from explaining his sex life with Catherine, further. “It just seems hard to believe Kari would spend the night with you, the night before her date with her friend.”

“You better believe it,” the maroon-haired entrepreneur smirked.

“But…why…” Ken wanted to know.

“Get this…” Davis scooted closer to his friend, more than ready to reveal the dirty things he and Kari did two nights before. “She came to my apartment Friday night and asked me to show her how to properly touch a man…and…I did…”

“Huh?” realtor raised his brow at his friend before giving him a disapproving scowl. “That's low, Davis. You actually fucked her?”

“No,” Davis immediately cried, defending himself. “Kari's still a virgin! I don't want to take her virginity; I want her to give it to me!”

Ken's expression softened as he released a sigh of relief. “Oh, well, that's good to hear. I'm glad you feel that way, Davis.”

“I've always felt that way. You know that,” Davis retorted. “However, that Friday night…we…explored one, another; I can't really describe it, except I enjoyed having her next to me…”

“Hmm…” Ken never replied as he waited for Davis to go on.

“She was so…soft, and responsive, I never had anybody like her in my bed…”

“To my understanding, you never had a woman to spend the night in your bed either,” Ken, joked.

“The way she reacted when I touched her,” Davis continued, ignoring his best friend. “The way she looked, felt, smelt, and tasted…”

“Tasted?” Ken gave the brunet an incredible look. “What do you mean, ‘tasted’?”

“Oh, did I say that?” the entrepreneur looked away with a grin and blushed. “Well…” scratching the back of his head, Davis looked at Ken with a shrug and replied, “Kari's the only woman I have ever gone down on.”

“Oh, shit! Somebody call the sex police and report the oral crime,” Ken shouted, jokingly. “I can't believe you, Davis. I can't believe all of this is coming from the same person who swore he'd never commit to a woman, or—in your words—‘eat pussy’ because he thought it was unnatural… Kari must really have you shook if you did something to that extreme on her.”

“It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be,” he shrugged. “I…actually enjoyed it. Listening to her shouting my name, feeling her writhing beneath me, clutching my head to keep me there…was…erotic. It turned me on knowing she was turned on.”

“That's all?”

“A lot more happened that night, but out of respect for Kari, I won't reveal anything, else.”

“Respect; for a woman,” Ken shook his head in disbelief. “Now I know I can't believe this! Either you're crazy, Davis, or you've been bitten, and infected by the love bug.”

“Love bug?” Davis repeated Ken's words. Slowly he realized where Ken was going… “I'm not in love with Kari!”

“Bullshit,” Ken spat for the second time that day. “Do I need to remind you of our talk on Friday afternoon? Or do you remember; because if you've forgotten, I'd be more than glad to put you in your place—again.”

“It's impossible for someone to fall in love so…quickly. I've only known the girl for seven days!”

“All a person need is twenty-four hours to know if they've fallen in love with someone; and you my friend,” Ken slapped Davis' back, “are in love. Think about it.”

“What's there to think about?” Davis shrugged.

“You're refusing to share any more sexual secrets with me about Kari, out of respect. That's a first and you know it! Normally, you're more than willing to tell everything that happens in your bedroom. Let's not forget that you went down on Kari; and you said you enjoyed it. That's all the proof I need to know that you're in love with Kari.”

Davis rolled his eyes and frowned at his best friend. “That has got to be the most ridiculous and lamest explanation I've ever heard for falling in love! It doesn't make any sense!”

“It doesn't have to make sense to you,” Ken pointed at the restaurateur. “It only has to make sense to me,” he pointed at himself. “It makes plenty of sense to me.”

“I'm not in love with Kari; that's completely stupid. She has a boyfriend, now.”

“So?” Ken replied with a shrug. “Her boyfriend can't control your feelings.”

“Okay, you know what, this conversation is over.” Davis stood up, immediately followed by Ken. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Fine; kick me out. You're only getting rid of me because deep down inside, you know everything I'm saying is true. You. Love. Kari and you're getting rid of me because you know I'm right and as usual, you don't want to hear the truth.”

“Goodbye, Ken.” Davis unlocked and opened his front door, hoping the realtor will see himself out.

“I'll see you tomorrow, Davis.” Ken exited his best friend's penthouse.

“Idiot,” the brunet mumbled under his breath after he slammed his door shut in frustration. “I'm not in love with Kari. I'll prove it, damnit I'll prove it.”

He stomped towards his bedroom and found Catherine folding his clean laundry, her back facing him. A diabolical smirk curved his lips as he tiptoed quietly behind her, his dick growing hard as he thought about fucking his extremely sexy maid.

Davis circled his arms around her, cupping her breasts as he hollered, “Guess who…?”

“Daisuke,” Catherine dropped a few of the folded clothes and slapped his hands away from her chest. Turning around to face him, she wagged her finger in his face and scolded him. “You scared me! Next time warn me before you sneak up on me!”

Laughing, he replied, “Sorry, I couldn't resist. You just…looked so sexy…”

“…folding laundry?” Catherine folded her arms over her chest, pushing up her cleavage further, giving her employer a pointed look. “What do you really want, Daisuke; I'm busy.”

“Is it not obvious?” Davis pointed at his erection pulling the fabric of his jeans, and Catherine's blue eyes followed. He grabbed her hand and forced her to cup his genitals in her palm.

She caressed it, smirking as it continued to grow with each stroke of her fingers. “Oh, well, then I guess it's my job to give you what you want.”

“Exactly; that's what I hired you for.” Davis scooped her in his arms, carried her to his bed. Laying her down, he pushed her mini-dress up to her waist, revealing her hairless pussy. He also pulled the top of her dress down, uncovering her large breasts.

“Daisuke…” Catherine whispered, spreading her legs immediately preparing herself for their bout of sex.

I'm not in love with Kari, I'm not in love with Kari, Davis mentally repeated as he shed his clothes, groaning at the sight of Catherine open, wet, willing and ready for him. If I was in love with Kari, I wouldn't be here with Catherine.

He grabbed his solid length and guided it inside of her hole, forcefully.

“Oh…Daisuke…oui,” Catherine screamed, stretching her arms behind her to grab hold of the headboard. “Oh…oui…” She arched her back, welcoming the hard, powerful, masculine thrusts Davis gave her. “More,” she breathed as she matched his rhythm with hers. “More…”

Davis pumped harder, thrusting faster and faster. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he concentrated on his release. I'm not in love with Kari, I'm not in love with Kari, he kept telling himself. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize their session was over before it really had a chance to begin.

He collapsed on top of Catherine and felt her small hands lie flat against his shoulders, pushing him off her.

The entrepreneur gave her a dumbfounded look and asked, “What?”

Catherine rolled her eyes and replied, “What was that?” She was upset because Davis already came before she had a chance to. Not to mention the sex only lasted ten seconds.

“What are you talking about?” Davis shouted in anger.

“That…was the worst, Daisuke! What's gotten into you?”

“Huh…” he softly whispered, his face reddening from embarrassment. “I don't know what you're talking…about…” he said uneasily.

“I overheard you and Monsieur Ichijouji talking in the living room.” Catherine folded her arms over her chest, her hardened expression never wavering. “It appears to me you still have that girl on your mind. Believe it or not, Daisuke, you are in love with her.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that,” Davis hollered as he stood from the bed, his arms spread in disbelief. “I'm not in love with Kari!”

“Oh, yes you are!” Catherine shouted back in French. “You're in love with her; don't try to tell me otherwise because Monsieur Ichijouji wasn't the only one who noticed a change in your attitude! I have, too!”

Davis' maid angrily rose from the bed and stood face-to-face with her employer. The restaurateur gulped nervously a few times, fearing the worst from his favorite employee.

He absolutely hated it whenever Catherine would get mad, because she would always speak in her native tongue. Davis always had a hard time understanding exactly what she was saying. He could understand French as long as it was spoken in single sentences followed by Japanese, but whenever the blonde would spit heated words at him, Davis would always wish he were crouched in a far corner, hiding from her.

The only thing Davis understood from her rant was, “Monsieur Ichijouji”.

“I noticed a change in the way you fucked me Thursday, and since then you've been acting strange.” Catherine stopped ranting for a few seconds to catch her breath. “You lied to me when you said everything was alright…it wasn't.

“I saw the look in your eyes, you were sad because something was weighing heavily on your mind. You don't have to tell me it was Hikari, because I already know. I know you love her, I see it in your eyes, I hear it in your voice, and I feel it every time you're inside of me…except for today. Today was awful.”

“Um…” not knowing what to say since he didn't understand a single word Catherine said, Davis nervously combed his fingers through his thick hair and grinned. “Okay…”

Catherine rolled her eyes and snorted sarcastically. Shaking her head, she looked down and whispered, “Sometimes I wonder when we're intimate, do you think about her instead of me…”

Davis understood that. He silently stared at Catherine's naked form, wishing he could say something that'd ease her insecurity. No words formed in his mind. “I uh…Catherine…” He reached his hand out towards her, but she jerked back, not wanting him to touch her.

“I'm sorry,” she apologized. “I didn't mean to do that. I'm just…a little…shaken…”

Her employer didn't give her time to finish her sentence. Davis stepped forward and circled his arms around her, kissing the top of her silken, blonde hair. “You shouldn't have to apologize. I should apologize to you. I…I didn't know how you felt in all of this. Yes, I have feelings for Kari, but I'm not sure if they're along the lines of love or not.

“However, it has got me thinking about things, and I realize I haven't been treating you with the proper respect you deserve, Catherine.” Davis cupped her chin, forcing the blonde to look at him.

“I want to see your eyes as I tell you this.” The maroon-haired entrepreneur swallowed hard and said, “I'm…I'm sorry, Catherine. I spat dirty words at you, humiliated you, mistreated you, used you, and yet you remain loyal to me. I appreciate your loyalty, Catherine. I haven't been fair to you, and you deserve better than me. I know it isn't the best apology, but it's a start. Do you think you could forgive me?”

Catherine's blue eyes sparkled with excitement and happiness as she stared at her boss. “Oh, Daisuke, oui!” she squealed happily as she circled her arms around Davis' neck.

Davis raised a brow and asked, “So…you're not mad at me because I have feelings for Kari?”

Catherine shook her head and replied, “Non, I'm not mad, Daisuke. You deserve your happiness, and I know Hikari makes you happy. If you really care about her, you should go after her.”

“She has a man in her life…”

“So? That's never stopped you, before,” she giggled. “You need to tell her how you feel, before it's too late. True love only happens once.”

“What makes you so sure?” Davis asked.

Catherine straightened her spine, lifted her chin and replied, “I'm an expert in these matters. After all, I am from the City of Love.”

She giggled again and tightened her arms around his neck. “Daisuke, make love to me, tonight. Let this be our last time before you tell Hikari how you feel.”

“I'm not going to tell her, anything,” Davis retorted as he gently pushed his maid backwards on his bed.

“Yes you will. Someday soon, Hikari is going to know of your true feelings.”
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